Summer of Promises

Chapter 4

Hey guys! I just wanted to say thank you all for the lovely comments and tweets about the story (: Tell me what you like, dont like, and just give me some constructive criticism! It is very much appreciated. One Direction are coming in soon, I just wanted to have a intro, which turned out to be kinda long, but it really does set the scene. But anywho.. I LOVE YOU ALL! -Brooke (@1darmyy)

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Jumping off of the plane, I had a strong urge to start kissing the ground, though I didn't. Walking through the hallway to the baggage claim, I noticed girly screams. I noticed the screams of teenage girls started to get louder, and louder. I turned the corner, and there were over 200 girls, who I might add had very disappointed looks on their faces when they saw it was only me. I made my way over to the baggage claim, and the girls went into hysterics. I tried to see what they were screaming about, but I couldn't really understand anything that was coming out of their mouths. I thought I heard something about erections, but I most likely misheard.

I grabbed my luggage, and dragged it over to the customer service desk. A women, who looked to be in her mid-thirties, looked up from the desk, and put on an over exaggerated fake smile. I couldn't hep but notice the mole under her left eye, and the vast amount of facial hair she had. Her teeth were really crooked, yellow, and a smudge of red lip stick accented the yellow quite a bit. “How may I help you?” Her voice sounded a little hoarse, and very unpleasant.

“Hello ma'am. I was wondering if there was a.. um.. Alex Robinson available?” I said, looking down at the letter to make sure I got his name right.

“One moment.” She huffed, and made her was towards the back area. Her outfit wasn't very pleasant either. She was a dark blue polo on, that labeled the airline, along with a plaid skirt. She reminded me of a older, very old, school 'girl'. I couldn’t help but giggle as she attempted to sway her hips and try to be as seductive as possible.

I turned on my attention to my cell phone, which finally was on after the long flight. I had 4 missed calls, and 17 text messages. Waiting for Alex, I listened to the voice mails, knowing very well that it was my mother making sure the plane didn’t plunge into the ocean. My father left one of them, which was odd. I listened to it, and he had a very hushed tone, almost a whisper. “Abs, I just wanted you to know that at first, I thought this idea was a horrible one. The idea of my baby girl going half way across the country alone, I wasn’t for it at all. But now I realize how much you need this. I realize how this will help you move on. Get closure. Abs, I just want you to know how proud of you I am. I know you're growing up, but you will always be my little Abby Bug. Love you.”

Tears were forming in my eyes. My father wasn’t the type of man to let people know his feelings. He didn’t even cry at his sisters funeral. Well, at least not in front of everybody. I walked near the mens bathroom, to see what was taking him so long, when I heard sniffles. I knew it was him. Though, he never knew that I heard him. I took a deep breath to stop my eyes from tearing up, and notice a very handsome looking man making his way towards me.

You could tell he was British. He had very good posture and style. He was wearing a fitted blazer that had the airlines logo on it, with khakis. His hair was gelled up, but not too gelled that it looked tacky. He was well taken care of in the hygiene aspect, but he looked worn out. His eyes were sunken in, his face was pale. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“How may I help you miss?” He asked, confusion on his face. He had a very strong, but understandable British accent. His voice was strangely soothing.

“Beatrice Lexington sent me..” I said, shifting awkwardly. Those words still confused me, and may mean nothing to him at all.

His face twisted up, as he wasn’t exactly sure what to say. Rubbing the back of his neck, he slowly looked up to make eye contact with me. “You must be Abygail.” He said, pulling me into a hug. I just stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether or not to hug this stranger back. He moved back when he realized that I wasn’t hugging him back. He smiled at me. “I’m Alex, Beatrice’s husband..”